Welcome to my next entry for #JuneJukeboxScribbles, hosted by the amazing @societynsoelsscribbles
Credit to @societyfolklore for the header. Divider by @saradika-graphics
WC: Approx. 296
Characters: Nick Fowler x Reader (a continuation of the last Nick scribble) (no use of Y/N)
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Before you got to the elevator in his building Nick was right behind you. God, the man could move when he wanted to, when he was motivated enough. It’s just a pity he couldn’t move like that in your relationship when you needed him.
He grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him. “Baby, please. I will work on what is wrong, we can do couples counselling.” You had never heard Nick grovel that way ever, for any reason.
“I can’t do that to myself any more. I don’t think you understand how many ways things were wrong between us. It would take a lifetime to fix and even then we probably wouldn’t get through it all.”
“But I’m willing to commit a lifetime to you, isn’t that enough?”
“Nick, I know you are used to getting your own way, but it’s not going to happen this time. You need to let me go.”
“But I can’t my love. I need you, I need your presence and your sunshine, it counteracts my darkness.”
“Ok then, you wanna know just a few issues we had?” Nick nods.
“Every move you make is a lie, your job is to be a chameleon but you never stopped that when you were with me. Every vow you break kills me – we make plans and you think nothing of cancelling or just not showing up. And every smile you fake makes me doubt myself so badly because if you truly loved me, wouldn’t you want to smile for real with me. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg Nick.”
At that moment, the elevator arrived, so you stepped inside and blew him a kiss. “Goodbye Nick.” And as the doors slid shut you whispered “I’ll always love you”
Nick Fowler is not the man of your dreams, not with the way he refuses to love, but you can't help yourself anyway.
▸ PAIRING & WC: DBF!Nick Fowler x F!Reader — 1.3K
▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, hurt/no comfort (not super angsty, mostly smut), unrequited love, penetration no protection, he's mean (what's new)
▸ A/N: never have i ever written anything without mutual love sigh until today. this is for you @buckysdecaflove hope you enjoy! (also i lost your ask but included the word for word request at the bottom!)
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You should’ve known better than to expect anything more from Nick. The man is rough, jagged edges, slicing your fingers open whenever you get a little too close. You’ve hurt yourself one too many times with foolish daydreams of a happy ending.
Nick is not a fairytale. He isn’t Prince Charming or a hero sent to save a damsel in distress. He’s the nightmare that crawls under your skin, the addiction that sinks its teeth into your bones. The grip he has on you is irresistible — and, for some reason, you are the same to him, particularly on days like today.
You’re waiting in your father’s office when you get a glimpse of Nick breezing past through the door left ajar. Your father had left you to do a quick mission brief with a few of his employees, but it’s clearly running long since you’ve been left to your own devices for more than his stated time.
“Nick!”
Nick’s footsteps halt, body turning to zero in on you. You give him a sheepish wave, heat flooding your cheeks at the sight of him.
His face is bruised and battered, dried blood still clinging to the gashes on his cheek. His shirt is rumpled, sleeves rolled up haphazardly where you can see the scars along his forearm. His blue eyes are sharp on you.
Then he moves. Fast.
One second you’re out in the hall and the next you’re on your father’s desk, the door locked behind you as Nick covers your mouth with his. You taste the iron and mint on his tongue. He completely devours you, licking into your mouth as his hands explore your body with a moan.
“Fuck, missed you, sweet girl.”
Your pussy clenches around his words as he coaxes a whimper from your throat, as his lips drag along the column of your neck. He bites down on your flesh, hard enough to bruise, as his deft fingers begin to unbutton your blouse, revealing more of your smooth skin to him.
“Nick, stop, let me help you first.”
He chuckles, patronizingly amused as he regards you with that keen gaze. “You know how you can help me? If you spread those pretty legs of yours for me.”
Your heart slams against your ribs. It should prompt you to slap him across the face, tell him to never disrespect you like that ever again. However, you’re a glutton for punishment and Nick seems to enjoy delivering it.
Your legs fall apart on instinct, an obedient response to his command. Trained. Your father taught you to be good, to listen to those older than you — and he respects Nick like a brother.
Naturally, you do too.
“Nick, please, you’re hurt—”
“I mean it, sweetheart,” he pulls back and his gaze is neither kind nor understanding. It’s stern, scolding you like a child. “This is all you’re going to get from me. I don’t want your help, don’t want your pity.”
“But you’re—”
“What I need is your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he mutters, diving back in to lave at the dip in the base of your neck. His calloused hands pull your tits free, groping them with the kind of hunger you’ve only seen when he’s just returned from a particularly tough assignment. “I want these tits on my cock but let’s save that for another day. I just need that wet cunt on me now.”
You don’t have room to argue, not when Nick bunches your skirt up to your waist, his fingers finding your core. He rubs at your damp panties first, your soul singing to the high heavens with how well he knows your body. The exact places, the exact pace.
“Pretty little cunt you’ve got, you keep her warm for me?” He smiles, baring his teeth.
Swallowing, you can only nod.
“You let other boys touch you?”
“N-no,” you shake your head. Not a chance. Once you’ve had a taste of your father’s best friend, you can’t imagine anyone else. Your body is attuned to his touch, responding only to the grazing of his fingertips along your skin. No other boy — or man — have been able to make you feel the same.
“Good girl,” he murmurs softly, gently pressing his lips against yours.
Your chest flutters with the kind of affection that you know will never be reciprocated. Regardless of how sweet he can be with you, Nick will never love you. Not in the way he loves his ambition.
He doesn’t even bother removing your panties. Instead, his fingers pry your legs open further for him to slot in between them as he unzips his pants to free his cock. He tugs the gusset of your panties to the side, exposing your slick folds to him. Your cunt pulses with need at the sight of him, hungry to be filled.
“Your dad really doesn’t know what a whore his daughter is, spreading your legs for me any chance you get,” he chuckles low to himself. He’s got a hand wrapped around his cock and he maneuvers it to your entrance, tip sliding along your wet lips and nudging your clit. “He might be my boss but I’m feeding his pretty little girl my cock, this greedy pussy just wants older cock, doesn’t she?”
A moan drags out of your chest at his words as your hands clamp down on his shoulders. Nick grabs you by the ass and pulls you further forward as he pushes himself inside of you in one swift thrust. You’re immediately engulfing him, pussy shaping around his cock like it’s made for him. There’s a burn that feels familiar but still wholly intoxicating.
He doesn’t waste a beat, fucking you hard and fast. He’s rough on you, fingers digging into your hips and the swell of your ass in a way that you know you’ll feel the ghost of his grasp for days. His mouth pants hot breaths against your lips, your neck, as he continues grunting what a sweet little cunt you have and how you’re such an obedient slut.
Your chest aches with the throbbing between your legs, the stretch of your pussy around his cock, but it also stings from the knowledge that this is all you’ll ever get. You’ll always only be a tool for him, a plaything, some sort of reparation for being your father’s underling.
“You’ve got such a perfect cunt, sweet girl. Dripping all over my cock, soaking me. Look at you squirting all over your dad’s desk. Gotta cum fast, gotta clean up before he gets back. You don’t want him seeing you like this, do you? Cunt spread around a man twice your age.”
“N-Nick, please,” you whine. You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Some form of mercy on your physical and emotional self? Unlikely.
Every thrust is a promise that this is the last time.
Every thrust is a promise that he will continue to break it.
Every thrust is a promise that this will be nothing more than this.
And you just take it because you’ll take anything you can get from him.
When he finally reaches his climax, body tensing and shuddering as he groans into your neck, cum pouring warmth into your insides, you don’t say a word. The taste of your tears is familiar company on your tongue.
He thinks it’s from the intensity of your orgasm.
You know it’s tears mourning a love you’ll never have.
When all is said and done, Nick tucks himself back in, presses a kiss to your forehead, and leaves you in the mess of papers with cum leaking down your legs — and you’re alone again.
Because Nick Fowler doesn’t love. At least not with you.
request: now, i must admit im a fin of your darker fics, so i want my meal to have as a main ingredient a very dirty Nick Fowler with a Dad's Best Friend side if possible 🤸♀️🙂↔️ If we could add as a seasoning a lot of smut, and plenty of angst, would be great!
You hadn't planned for the night to go like this... a continuation of the other Nick fics in the Jukebox.
Warnings: continued allusion to a threesome
Words: 297
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You thought you were being discreet.
After you’d uttered the words I want to be bad, your darling husband had taken them very much on board. Torturing you at events, always leaving you wanting.
It had been no surprise that he’d noticed you noticing her.
She had a body that made your mouth go dry and a smile just as wicked.
And then Nick had joined you both and turned the evening on it’s head.
Not jealousy, not humour.
"I know you like what you see," he murmured against your ear, “you’re staring.” His voice was low enough that only you could hear, his eyes, though, were on her.
You turned away, just a little, just enough to give her your attention and him exactly what he wanted.
His lips were at your ear once again, before you'd even finished your drink.
"Tell me what you want." Not a question. Never a question with Nick. “Her? In our bed?”
Her eyes met yours, flitting between your eyes and your mouth, then she turned to Nick.
She'd heard every word. The slight curve of her smile told you so before she'd even opened her mouth.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, curling her fingertips around your wrist.
Her hand was warm, brushing lightly over your pulse.
Had you? Asked?
Did it even matter? She and Nick had both seized the moment.
As if they'd both seen the wishful thoughts that had crossed your mind.
You hadn't planned for the evening to go this way, but Nick was an opportunistic man, and the woman's touch was electric on your skin.
His hand found the small of your back, warm and certain. He always knew you. Better than you knew yourself.
Hey, Carly! If you could pick one fictional man to kidnap you here and now, who would it be and why? 😏
I have been holding onto this until I had some time to focus 😁
Even then, I'm still in two minds 😂 (my rising sign is Gemini, okay? It's not my fault!!)
On the one hand, Nick Fowler
Because my mind is working overtime lately, and I have too much going on. I need to just be taken off on a whirlwind fuckfest, with no time to think, ya know? I think Nick would be great for that.
On the other hand...
Specifically, your Tattoo! AU Steve and Bucky (they come as a set in my mind, in every universe). Why? Again, the need to have my mind taken off of all of the things. And with these two, there's the bonus of them actually caring and looking after me 😂
And, fuck it. While I'm being a greedy bitch
I'll take some Matt Murdock, if only to see which one of us has the most untapped Catholic guilt 😂😂
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, possessive Nick, confrontation
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 10th - “Every night’s another reason why I left it all.”
You should have known Nick would find you.
A rented room two towns over, cash payment, false name at the desk. It had felt clever for almost six hours.
Then the knock came.
Not loud. Not frantic.
Certain.
You opened the door with your bag already in your hand, and there he stood in the hallway, coat dark with rain, jaw tight.
“You ran.” his eyes fixed on you as they narrowed down with the one betrayal.
You swallowed hard “I left.” Correcting.
“Without a word.”
“I wrote a note.”
His mouth hardened. “That was a coward’s exit.”
The sting landed, but you were too tired to bleed for him anymore.
“You don’t get to call me a coward when staying with you meant disappearing piece by piece.”
Nick stepped inside before you could stop him, presence filling the cheap little room until it felt smaller than it had any right to be.
“You think this is freedom?” His eyes swept the peeling wallpaper, the single bed, the bag clutched in your fist. “This?”
“I think it’s a start.”
Something shifted in his face. You’d really wounded him.
“You were not unhappy every night.” His gaze burned.
“No,” you agreed, voice breaking despite yourself. “Some nights I loved you so much it scared me.” You didn’t stop the words “But every night’s another reason why I left it all. Every secret. Every lie. Every time I woke up beside you and wondered what part of me I had traded to stay.”
Nick went still. For one breath, you thought he understood. Then he reached for your bag taking it from you.
“No.” You pleaded “Nick.”
“You can hate me in the car.”
“I’m not going with you.” You wouldn’t go back
His smile was ruined and beautiful. “Yes, you are.”
Nick watches you toy with some decisions about your relationship.
a little late, apologies! I'm trying to get caught up after a busy weekend. please don't be surprised if I end up writing a Hadestown AU, saw the musical and cried like a baby 😭
Warnings: alluding to a blossoming threesome
Words: 297
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"I don't think I caught your name?" Nick heard the woman ask. He turned to look.
She had you cornered, one hand on her hip, her leg elongated to draw your attention to her hourglass figure. Her other hand toyed with the pendant on her necklace, making sure you were also looking down the front of her dress.
He watched you. Trying to maintain eye contact, trying to remain neutral.
Then he caught it, the flick of your tongue across your lower lip, the way you stole the briefest glance at her neckline as you blinked.
Almost hidden by your lashes. Almost.
Nick blinked slowly, noting how you fidgeted, moving your bag from one hand to the other.
The woman took a small step closer to you.
He could feel you holding your breath.
Debating whether to stay or flee.
He made the decision for you and strolled across the room, unhurried, taking two glasses from a passing waiter as he did so. With an enticing smile, he handed you one glass, and your companion the other.
“I don’t think we’ve met.”
He snaked a possessive arm around your waist, the woman looked down at the narrowed space between you and smiled coolly.
You studied the glass in your hand so she switched her attention to Nick.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr Fowler.”
She eyed him closely, her eyes twinkling with amusement, before looking him up and down.
The woman glanced back to you, assessing, then to Nick again.
“Good things only, I hope,” he said smoothly. “And you are?”
“Interested,” she said with a tempting smirk.
He felt you shift beside him and his fingers pressed warm against your hip.
His wolfish gaze landed on you again. “I'll get us all another drink then.”
9th June ~ Somebody that I used to know ft. Nick Fowler
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Welcome to this entry for #JuneJukeboxScribbles, hosted by the amazing @societynsoelsscribbles
Credit to @societyfolklore for the header. Divider by @saradika-graphics
WC: Approx. 220
Characters: Nick Fowler x ex-girlfriend!reader (no use of Y/N)
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You lay in his bed, tangled in the sheets and in his arms - and legs. You never thought you’d be in this position again after the events of the last few months.
“Nick, we need to talk about this” you began. “I’m not sure it is a good idea to keep doing this.”
“I know babe, but we are good together. You know we are.”
“Sometimes we were but there were also times when we were totally toxic. You weren’t good for me and I wasn’t good for you.”
“Look, I know there are things I did wrong but we can fix this and be better, and stronger than ever” Nick argued.
“I wish we could be. You know, you said that we would still be friends, but I’ll admit I was glad it was over. I’m just not sure I’m ready to go back to something that made me feel that way” you stood up and gathered your clothes as you spoke.
“Babe, I can change, I know I can. I have never loved anyone like I love you. Please don’t leave.”
“Sorry Nick, I hope you find what you are looking for, I just know it’s not me.” You could hear his voice getting quieter and quieter as you walked out of his apartment for the last time.
